Performance

THUMP, THUMP, THUMP.

My heart was pulsing in my ears. My body laid crooked on the floor. My face blank with no expression at all. I was in my dead state. My body had shut down, so the pain would go by faster, which it did thankfully.

But tomorrow was the performance. A good night's sleep was needed, but I wasn't to sure if it was going to come. I placed my hands on the floor around each side of my head and pushed until I was on my feet. Everything began hurting, and as I rubbed my hand along my arms, I knew there were going to be deep purple bruises. The lumps were already there.

I found my way to the wall and walked along it for support, making my way over to the closet. After opening the door, I grabbed a blanket and went to the spot under the window. When my body met the floor, a wave of sleepiness rushed over me. Sleep came easier than I hoped it would.

The morning was the nicest in days. The sun shown clear as day and the birds chirped. But the best thing, was my parents weren't up yet. I took a shower and changed. My hair dried quickly, so no water marks were left on my outfit. I had chosen a dark blue long sleeve shirt that fit nicely. It showed my curves and made me look a little bit taller than 5'1''. I managed to find a pair of black dress pants that fit right too. They were very comfortable.

Once finished I looked at myself in the mirror. The outfit gave me a very classy look and non of my secrets shown. My bleach blonde hair straight around my face and on top of my shoulders. My bottom lip had finally healed and my eyes were a light color of blue. No one had eyes like mine. If anything else would show out more on my body, it would be my eyes, rather than my hair or injuries.

I went over to my room and grabbed my sheet music then left. It was still sunny and a tad bit warm. I hated warm. It was never comfortable when it was hot. I walked to the theater and told the lady at the front desk that I was performing. After signing in she sent me to the back where the stage was. The theater was big and round, really round. A perfect circle. Backstage was filled with many talents, non with pianos though. That was Edwards and my act. As soon as I found our teacher I'd asked her where Edward was. She said he wasn't here yet.

Was he going to come? There was only an hour left.

Over the past week, I'd grown really used to Edward. I knew what questions he would ask and what questions he would answer. But I was still failing at figuring out his secret. As far as I knew, he didn't know my deepest one either. I knew the secret he wasn't telling me was extremely important to his existence. That was clear. So it was even.

The piano teacher came over and told me it was my turn to practice. Edward still wasn't there. On the way to the piano we passed a window, it was still sunny outside. I practiced the piece; doing it without his part. It still flowed nicely, but the meaning behind it held nothing, I was going in shut down mode.

He wasn't coming.

When it was time to go on, Edward still wasn't there. My heart didn't ache, my head didn't spin. I didn't get nervous. Everything was fine. I played the piece, stood up and bowed once. With people still applauding, I left. Their praise meant nothing. I walked, for a long time. The sun was starting to hid behind clouds, and my shut down mode was turning itself off.

Once in a clean alley way, I sank. I laid on my right side, facing the brick building opposite of me. An alley cat came up and sat in the crevice of my stomach. It was purring loudly but the voice in my head was stronger.

He didn't do it on purpose. He has a good reason. He'll apologize…he'll find you here…he'll find you here.

I silenced the voice and looked blankly ahead. The first drop landed near my forehead and the next on my hand. The cat got up with the on coming rain to look for shelter. Every drop slapped me in the face with its icy texture. Cold washed over me in a thick massive rain. The rain made it easier to cry.

It got dark fast, and my body was still laid on the cold cobblestone alley way. I didn't care what time it was, time meant nothing. I didn't want to go home. Home was hell.

"Julia!"

My imagination was working, Edward's voice shot through the cold icy rain.

"Julia! Stop mopping. You have to get home."

"No I don't, I don't want to go home."

"If you get there before they get home, you'll be fine. Please you have to go now!" he hissed. He was demanding.

Slowly, I got to my feet.

"Edward?" I asked while trying to snap out of dizziness.

"Another time. I'm sorry I couldn't make it today, please get home and stay in your room."

"Okay."

I went home. My parents weren't there. I had gotten home right before them. In my room, my bed was made. Nice and fluffy. There was a new pair of pajamas that looked extremely warm, and besides them, was a steaming bowl of soup.

Half awake, I changed out of my soaked clothes into the warm Pjs. They fit perfectly. The pants leg wasn't even to long. I sat and began eating the soup. It went down my cold throat, a hot mass of lava. It felt good and it hit the bottom of my empty stomach. Unaware of what I was doing, I fell into unconsciousness.

When I woke, it was still night. A figure moved across the room and into the closet.

"Edward?" I asked without thinking.

Slowly the closet opened, and out he came. He was in awe.

"How did you know?"

"I don't know." I answered rubbing my eyes.

He sat across from me after I sat up. He looked sad. Why was he sad?

"Because I didn't come today." he answered my unasked question.

"Oh." came out as I remember today's events. "Really it's not that big of a deal."

"Your clothes are ruined and now you have a cold."

"I'll get over it."

He gave me a concerned look, like I didn't know how to take care of myself. He was right, I didn't know what was best for me. I wouldn't leave this hell house, I didn't tell anyone what was going on, and today I just sat in freezing rain. His glaze was getting colder, harder, so I quickly turned my head and looked to the wall. The window met with my eyes.

"Do you have a good excuse?" I asked harder than I wanted to come out.

"The best. But I can't really tell you." he said honestly.

"You can't tell me?"

"No."

"Then I can't believe you."

He took a deep breath and exhaled.

"My, skin, is weird. Different from others."

I chuckled. "Mine too." I said lower than a whisper.

"I've noticed." he replied, quieter than I.

My head spun around at him. My eyes traced his body. He was looking over to the wall. He was stilling Indian style with his hands in his lap. He looked like a stone statue. His skin glimmered in the moon light.

"I have to go now, I just wanted to apologize." he broke the silence, turning and looking at me. He got up and bent over to my head. His icy lips touched the top of my head. I could feel the cold air coming from his nostrils. He was pecking me, but also taking in my scent. When he took a step back, I could see his nose wrinkled.

"Do I smell bad?"

"Yes, but that's a good thing."

"You aren't going to explain that are you?"

"No."

Or that?

His light laughter filled the room. "No." then he was gone. Out the window.

Bye Edward.

"Bye." his voiced chimed from the tree outside.

I rested my head on the pillow and fell to an instant sleep.

Okay :) so I obtained internet connection, even though its realllllllllyyyyy crappy.

This is the only chapter I have, it took me awhile to write this because I have been practicing hard.

Thanks to all who wished me good luck please keep it up, it makes me smile.

oh. And today my team qualified for International Cup and were going to Australia next year!!

haha cant wait to find Nemo.

I'll try to update, my next free day is thursday.

And does anyone like the qoutes were getting from Breaking Dawn?!

I get chills everytime I read them

19 MORE DAYS WOOTTTT